Posted on Monday 29 January 2007
Yesterday I had one of those low energy kind of days. Around 4-ish I just couldn’t function any longer, so I decided to lay down on the couch and take a nap. This nighttime insomnia that I’ve had lately is starting to take its toll. Anyhoo, while I slept, my 13 yr. old son decided that he was going to surprise me by making dinner.
He surprised me all right. Here I was thinking (in my sleepy stupor) that he was going to throw a frozen pizza in the oven, or whip up a pot of macaroni & cheese. You know, something quick and simple. But no. All by himself he whipped up a delicious meat loaf, complete with cheesy-garlic mashed potatoes, and a side dish of corn. It was scrumptious!
But wait, there’s more…
Just as I was lifting the fork to my mouth my son said, “Wait! You can’t eat yet.” Startled and somewhat curious, I put the fork back down and gave him a quizzical look.
“I wrote a poem for you too, Mom. You can’t eat until after I read it to you.”
And so he did:
Your hair blows swift and strong
Your eyes know right from wrong
Your smile lights up a dim, dark room
With your beautiful presence;
The day will never be gloom
Aw jeez. I nearly cried. I was so proud of him.
Tonight, my 12 yr. old daughter made Hamburger Helper’s ‘Cheezy Hashbrowns’ for dinner. I tell ya what; I could get used to this. I didn’t even have to do the dishes.
Oh yeah. Life is grand. I LOVE my kids!
Hmmm, I wonder what they’re making for dinner tomorrow. ![]()



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